Friday, November 2, 2007

The Doctor's Visit

Yesterday I had a followup appointment with my Rheumotoligist. My appointment was at 2:30, so we left home in plenty of time to arrive fifteen minutes early. When I signed in, it was actually 2:00 pm. They hustled me right in, got my b/p, temp and weight (the part I dread) and then took me to a back lobby to wait. I asked if Mac could come back with me, but was told that it was a patients only waiting area. Wait I did. At 3:30 I wasn't the only one checking my watch. One lady, who didn't even have a watch on , was checking it anyway. Finally they took me into an exam room and after another fifteen minutes my Doctor came bounding in. No really, he bounded. I've never seen such an energetic young man, it made me want to smack him. He explained that my bloodwork looked really good (it should, they certainly took enough of it) and my liver hadn't rotted out. Were they expecting it to? Just what have I gotten myself into? He admired my cane (yeah, well, it is a pretty good looking piece of wood work) and asked how I had been feeling. You know, what could I say? He was feeling so good it made me feel good, too. Why, I just feel fantabulous I almost said. Then he began talking about what a miracle I was. "I've been reading up on the file that your PC sent . I looked at him through narrowed eyes. "My computer has been sending you stuff on me?" I asked him. "PC" he said..."no no, your Primary Care doc...you know your PC?" I nodded at him and wondered if this was the same Specialist I had seen two months ago. Had there been an invasion of the body snatchers and someone had injected a hyper personality in my guy? Or had he just gotten a well needed nap? He seemed very rested. "Yes ma'am, you have overcome a heck of a lot and I see no reason why you shouldn't overcome this pesky RA situation. How's the medicine affecting you?" I explained to him that at first it knocked me on my butt for a day or two, but that now there were little or no effects. "Uh huh," he said as he examined my ankles, my fingers, my wrists...my neck. "Just exactly why were you in that tree?" he asked. "I see from the notes from your PC (remember now, that's not your computer, he whispered) that you were pretty much above the average age for tree climbing." Oh, come on Doc, I was 54, get with the program. "So, I just wondered what brought it on?" He was smiling while he felt my fingers one by one.
"I was in a severe case of denial, Doc. I refused to believe I was any older than 18. Guess I was wrong, huh?"
"Doggone, I'll say. Wonder you didn't kill yourself. So, say the medicine isn't making you sick anymore? Let's up the dose."
"Till what, it does make me sick again?" I asked (somewhat sarcastically).
"No, untill you feel the urge to climb a tree again," he laughed.
I like my Doctor! He gets me. He really gets me...

14 comments:

Mary said...

Sandi
You make me feel guilty when I moan about my artritis. Lets hope the up dose makes you feel better in the long rung. am away for the weekend with my vests!!

Terri and Bob said...

I like your doctor too! Its nice to hear he was reading about you. PC... news to me!

T*mmy said...

Very cute story...but he needed to be reprimanded for keeping you my friend...your time is valuable too!
Not that I would...reprimand a doctor, I worked in health care too long and "know" I'm on one rung below any of them...what am I talkin', lets go at least 5 rungs down...lol!

Glad you got a good report!
=)

Cathy said...

Hi Sandi,
Your doc sounds just the ticket! Hope you'll soon be climbing trees again.
Cathy XX

Abbie said...

Everytime I'm feeling down (which has been a lot lately) I come to your page and instantly I'm relaxed! Aunt Sandie, no joke, you are my hero! What a story. I'm thankful you are still sassy and not in that chair as well.
I'll join in on the daily grateful posts. I think it'll be good for me.

Sophie Honeysuckle said...

I'm glad it's not just our doctor's who keep us waiting! But I'm glad you like him and he was pleased with your progress! Enjoy your weekend Sandi-minus the tree climbing! xx

justabeachkat said...

Now your doctor sounds like one I'd like to have. Cute story. Hope he's got to back to wanting to climb a tree soon, but not actually doing it. Just wanting to :-)

Hugs!
Kat

Adla said...

Sandi,
what a joker, I like doctors like that, don't mind the wait. I have one like that too who makes no biggie out of anything I complain about which is usually mind over matter stuff. You know like when my finger hurts I'd be thinking of the what ifs. Trivial!He tells me I worry too much and gives me a good slam down and a good laugh at how terrible I am every time I visit :)

Brenda said...

That is so funny Sandi. I wish I had your doctor...mine sucks. Glad you are feeling great or better should i say.

Katherines Dream said...

Sandi, if 'he' could fly !
he would be over to you before I could finish this post....
'he' has an insatiable appertite.
Bless him.
XX

Country Cottage Chic said...

What a great guy - he'll make you feel better by being so positive!

Jenn and Jacqui said...

Hi Sandi, hon you are the funniest person :) You keep that humour up okay! Great doc:) Yake care and no tree climbing!! J & J

Vee said...

You were climbing trees at 54? Is that when the RA diagnosis was made? Pardon my questions. My mother has RA and she was diagnosed at 62 (she's 73 tomorrow) after hauling lumber. I find it all pretty scary. I'm such a hypochondriac.

I don't know, I'm glad that the doc's good mood rubbed off on ya, but I would've wanted to smack him, too. LOL!

Jodie Adams said...

Thank God for miracles, therefore I thank God for you, a true miracle. It amazes me at your spirit. Always upbeat and good for a laugh. At least the doc is pretty down to earth too.